Lord of the Oasis

On the dunes, 300 gnoll pirates strode forward with two-handed tomahawks.

But his face became more and more ugly.

Because when they saw the city walls and arrow towers on the sentry oasis, their extremely violent hearts due to the long journey turned into flames rising in their severely dehydrated chests.

Eyes are bloodshot, looking at the stone building, his emotions are almost out of control.

"That's not right."

The hands of the pirate chief held tightly to his two-handed tomahawk.

The anger was also in his chest, and he couldn't help but want to swing his battle axe and slaughter all the low-level races around him with a strong stinky smell, so as to relieve the anger in his heart. and hatred.

These lowly gnolls deceived them.

These low-level gnolls, found and collected in the puddle, actually said that there was nothing in the sentry oasis.

No arrow towers, no walls, no fortresses.

"Ow—"

An angry howl emanated from the pirate chief's throat, with shrill and desperate hatred.

The surrounding gnoll pirates also howled, raising their battle axes high, even though their throats were dry and cracked due to lack of water, they still made this shrill sound, like a desperate howl.

This is their way of venting their inner emotions.

Once in the Sea of ​​Stars, they just finished howling, with despair of death, they destroyed all the powerful enemies.

Although the gnolls are not good at water combat, they dare to go all out!

But now, no matter how they howl, no matter how mournful, the despair in their hearts makes them unable to have the slightest emotion to win, even if they work hard, they have no chance of victory.

Sentinel Oasis has long been a human territory.

It is a fortress built of stone, complete with arrow towers and city walls, and requires siege weapons to conquer.

This is not a merchant ship and a warship.

Deck where you can jump on to fight with ropes and approach.

towering towers,

The straight city wall has formed an absolute moat, making these gnoll pirates who have traveled long distances, become exhausted, and are about to run out of fuel, extremely desperate.

The expedition force of the Greymane Kingdom, of course, prepared siege equipment.

After all, they made up their minds to conquer the cities and fortresses of the human kingdom and establish a gnoll-dominated colony.

But none of the 300 Gnoll pirates.

They are just the outposts of the expeditionary force, belonging to the advance team, who came to explore the way first.

The task is to contact the Gnoll tribe and take the lead in preparing the food and water for the expedition to reach the southern part of the Nalen Desert, replenish it in time, and ensure that the combat effectiveness of the troops is restored in a short period of time.

It's that simple.

Although they still have hidden missions.

But it's nothing more than killing the gnoll shaman and chief, and taking control of the uncommanded, low-level gnoll tribe.

There is absolutely nothing like it is now, because the gnoll tribe was burnt down by humans and turned into ruins, and even the wells were buried. It was necessary to dig a large pit 7 meters deep and 20 meters wide, in order to find the size of a washbasin at the bottom. water.

Not to mention an expedition force of 3,000 people, even if they are 300 people, they will dry up before each person can drink a few sips.

This is a serious water shortage, and there is no replenishment.

That's why the pirate leader decided to gather the fleeing gnolls who were still lingering in the desert, or recruit those small gnoll tribes, to coerce and lure them all together, and take advantage of the large number of people to occupy the sentry oasis and obtain fresh water. Supplies, and at the same time took the lead in establishing an outpost, waiting for the arrival of the expeditionary force.

Otherwise, when the expeditionary army runs out of supplies and arrives to the south of the Nalen Desert, it will still be as exhausted as they are.

They can tolerate lack of water.

But you can't stop drinking water at all.

Originally, the Sentinel Oasis was the driving force behind them coming here, but now they have fallen into deeper despair.

"We failed."

The pirate chief spoke in a low voice, his voice full of despair.

Even if it tried its best to gather all these inferior ethnic groups and form a cannon fodder army of more than 3,000 people, they still had no way to face such a high city wall without siege equipment.

The pirates behind it were silent, and no one spoke.

But there was hatred, anger, and unwillingness in his eyes.

When they came here, they were ready to die in battle, but it was not the end of such a humiliating death.

"Go hard! We still have a chance, and the followers of the Storm Lord will not give up!"

Some gnoll pirates raised their two-handed tomahawks in resentment, pointed their sharp axe blades at the fortress in front, and roared: "We are going to die anyway, we can break through the gates of the human fortress, and we can win by rushing in. We broke into the fortress defended by the lizardmen, isn't that what we do, and no one is our close combat opponent!"

Its words made all the gnoll pirates get out of it in desperation.

The same goes for pirate chiefs.

The tomahawk in both hands clenched tightly, his eyes looked at the fortress that was a thousand meters away, and he roared in a low voice: "Let all these cannon fodder die, we have to rush in, this is the only way we can survive!"

"Ow! Kill, kill, kill!" The ferocious nature of these gnoll pirates poured out in their souls.

The low-level gnolls around looked at them in fear.

For these high-level gnolls, the natives of the Naron Desert have no will to resist at all.

They have poor intelligence.

And the jackals from the Greymane Kingdom are very powerful.

Under the coercion and temptation, this group of low-level gnolls, who were already on the verge of death and had no way to live, finally made up their minds to follow these apparently higher-level cognates, just like the wise clan of the gnoll shamans. Sentinel Oasis set out to retake this water source occupied by humans.

Moving forward slowly, the group of jackals stepped forward in a chaotic manner, over the sand dunes, and came to a kilometer outside the city wall.

There are only two gates in "Drehem", on the east and south sides.

These gnolls did not find the gates.

But when many gnolls scattered towards both sides, they found a small lake next to the city wall on the west side. Kind of restless.

If it weren't for the pirates composed of high-level gnolls, they could still scold the suppression, and they would have rushed over to drink water.

"There are archers, don't take risks."

These wise higher gnolls apparently saw the arrow towers and the bowmen in the attic.

They have experience with it.

Lizardmen are good at using crossbows, and elves are good at using bows. Without enough siege equipment, they absolutely cannot attack the heavily fortified fortresses, because the continuous crossbow arrows and feather arrows will make the strongest gnolls also die in battle. .

But thinking of this, they are more and more desperate.

Their current defect is that they do not have siege equipment.

If there is a large leather shield here to block the arrow rain, they can go to the lake to drink water one by one.

But not to mention the big shield, there are no trees in the desert, and it is impossible to make it. This is not the lush Mannheim coast. There are enough trees to be chopped down by their two-handed battle axes and then chopped into planks.

"Sir, we can only attack the gate of this fortress first."

There are pirates who offer advice, suppressing the thirst for water in the smoking throat: "This lake is a trap, and I can see those human archers and crossbowmen, waiting for us to approach."

"Then transfer." The pirate leader gritted his teeth and issued an order.

But those low-level gnolls who were already extremely thirsty were agitated by this order.

Many people even had to leave the team and ran towards the lake.

Since the water well was destroyed, these low-level gnolls have long been hungry and thirsty. Although they dug the well and ate the bodies of their dead companions one after another by instinct, they could no longer bear it.

They are originally a low-level group, and they don't have the wisdom of a high-level gnoll at all.

Now seeing the water, they go crazy.

"Ow!"

The roar could not be heard, and the low-level gnoll could not bear it any longer, strode towards the lake on the west side of the sentry oasis, his eyes were full of desire for water, and he did not notice it at all. In the attic of the city wall, the Swadian crossbowmen who had broken their crossbow strings, and the Vician archers with long bows on the arrow tower.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh ..."

The low-level gnolls with nearly three hundred people ran directly into the lake, and the splashes wet their gray fur. These most daring gnolls enjoyed the first water.

They gulp down the clear lake water and enjoy the hard-won moisture.

More low-level gnolls in the rear are ready to move.

Even if the 300 gnoll pirates smashed the heads of a few gnolls with their two-handed tomahawks, the entire queue started to riot, and they wanted to break up on their own. They couldn't wait to go to the lake to drink water.

The physical desire for water has almost blinded the hearts of these low-level gnolls.

"Damn it! You poor people, all of you stand where you are! Stand where you are!"

The pirate leader and his subordinates raised blood-stained battle axes, threatening those low-level gnolls who were about to collapse without even touching the enemy, with bloodshot eyes in their eyes.

Of course they knew it was a human trap.

But the heart is full of despair, this is an obvious trap, that is, to let the thirsty troops in the desert collapse, unable to endure the thirsty smoke in the throat in front of a small lake!

But their resistance became weaker and weaker, even with the blood of low-level gnolls.

When more gnolls saw that their companions were drinking water recklessly, they were almost unable to bear it.

The queue became more and more commotion.

Even the low-level gnoll at the back looked ahead with red eyes.

No one noticed that at the top of the sand dunes when they came, dozens of human cavalrymen had gathered, silently watching the queue of these low-level gnolls, becoming more and more scattered and more turbulent, even succumbed to collapse.